“Wh-what ahh are you do-doing?” Agnes protests weakly, moaning with each push and pull of Gonzales’ thick finger probing in her asshole.“Condu...ting the search, Ma’am. Did you try to smuggle any illegal substances out of the country?” Even as she speaks, the policewoman works a second finger inside the girl’s tight hole.“Aah-ah, no, no, please.” It burns, badly, even with the lube so plentiful it’s sliding down her thighs.“Our scanners picked on a mass deep withing your rectum, Ma’am. I’m afraid. CHAPTER SIXTHE TRANSITION BEGINSShe told me that she cancelled her appointments this day so that wecould have this conversation. I told her that while I knew I lookedsilly while dressed, I could not help how I felt inside of me. And Ibegan to cry. I haven't cried since I was a small boy, but the tearscame easily. Linda handed me a tissue and was quiet."Margaret has clued me as to what to expect, so I am not too surprisedby your story. I don't think that I can handle you being two people.One. She looked up to him expectantly, face smeared brown with her own filth. He tossed the cloth down to her."Clean yourself, you disgusting whore." He said, with a slight smirk. She quickly did as instructed. He took the cloth from her when she was done and tossed it to the corner without looking."Stand up." He instructed. She stood."Put this on and then tighten the straps at the front as far as you can." He told her. She took the black corset from him and did as instructed, careful with of. Shit, I didn't recognize myself. I couldn't be more than 60kg. Justthin, model thin, at 178cm tall, but here in 140cm heels I was toweringover my two attendants. Florence came behind me first, brushing her handsdown my back to the cleft of my bottom.Margrette was more assertive as her hand came up my thigh to check andshe patted my mound."Good girl Annabelle. You're ready, and just on time." The bell soundedsix. She moved her hand to my rear and lifting the hem she slid the thongpanel a bit and.